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"That's the deal, is it?" Walter said. His smile was confident in his decision, and, after taking another sip of whiskey he placed the glass back down on the table and said, "Saydor, please show our guests to the gates of Ostia Anir. Negotiations have come to an end—"
"Walter, wait!" Kristen exclaimed, not even consciously aware that she had used his first name.
Saydor had already stood from his seat, but the Dreadlord glanced over to the Lord to whom, even as a Reservist, he still held allegiance to.
Walter, now a touch impatient, looked to Kristen and said flatly, "What."
Kristen swallowed, feeling that nervousness of old beginning to well up within her chest and surround her heart with its debilitating tendrils. She fought mightily to suppress it.
"Alistair spoke true. If war falls upon Ostia Anir, sooner or later you will be killed in battle or captured and then executed. Mayhap you will become a martyr or mayhap you will not, but in either case you shall be dead. Dead!"
She let out an exasperated huff of air.
"Your brother Logan sends his love for you! He wishes only that you are saved from such ruin as you are now embarked upon! Would you so willingly dispense with your life? Would it not be better to live, to champion your ideals with life instead of death? To not leave those for whom you care and who care about you with lamenting grief and woeful tragedy?"
Walter did not speak immediately, but he was preparing to. Saydor, meanwhile, dutifully awaited his command.
Alistair Krixus
"Walter, wait!" Kristen exclaimed, not even consciously aware that she had used his first name.
Saydor had already stood from his seat, but the Dreadlord glanced over to the Lord to whom, even as a Reservist, he still held allegiance to.
Walter, now a touch impatient, looked to Kristen and said flatly, "What."
Kristen swallowed, feeling that nervousness of old beginning to well up within her chest and surround her heart with its debilitating tendrils. She fought mightily to suppress it.
"Alistair spoke true. If war falls upon Ostia Anir, sooner or later you will be killed in battle or captured and then executed. Mayhap you will become a martyr or mayhap you will not, but in either case you shall be dead. Dead!"
She let out an exasperated huff of air.
"Your brother Logan sends his love for you! He wishes only that you are saved from such ruin as you are now embarked upon! Would you so willingly dispense with your life? Would it not be better to live, to champion your ideals with life instead of death? To not leave those for whom you care and who care about you with lamenting grief and woeful tragedy?"
Walter did not speak immediately, but he was preparing to. Saydor, meanwhile, dutifully awaited his command.
Alistair Krixus